Invincible Bloodline

Yang Fann's body was surrounded by purple qi. He looked like a high and mighty god, looking down at all living beings.    

His aura ruled the world. He was invincible and invincible.    

His voice was boiling. It was like a clap of thunder that resounded in the ears of all the Half-Step Saint King and old monsters.    

Although all of them had extraordinary abilities and were thousands of light years away, it was very difficult for ordinary Top-level Half-step Saint King warriors to find their whereabouts. However, under Yang Fann's terrifying Saint Soul Power, each and every one of them was extremely conspicuous.    

They were as dazzling as the scorching sun.    

At the beginning, Yang Fann's attention was focused on True King Wan Lei, and he couldn't be bothered with them. Now that True King Wan Lei had submitted to him, it was time for him to deal with these bastards.    

Unknowingly, Yang Fann's eyes began to flicker with a scorching light.    

There weren't many people secretly spying on them. There were only a few dozen of them, and there were less than a hundred of them.    

However, each of them was a top tier expert in the Tiannan Realm River, and their cultivation base was profound. The weakest among them was a total of twenty-eight Half-Step Saint King, and most of them were over thirty Half-step Saint King Stage. There were more than 30 Half-Step Saint King warriors above 33, and there were even 11 of them who had 36 Half-Step Saint King warriors. Some of them were extremely strong. They weren't much weaker than True King Wan Lei, who didn't use his Apocalyptic Lightning Seed. All of them were Middle Half-Step Saint King experts.    

They only needed one more chance to become a Holy King.    

With so many top tier experts, if he could devour and refine all of them, it would be enough for him to have another huge breakthrough in his strength.    

Furthermore, he had yet to start refining the nearly five hundred Half-Step Saint King he had captured earlier. Adding them in, Yang Fann was confident that the number of laws he had mastered would increase to more than a hundred, or even more than a hundred.    

Those who could cultivate to the Half-step Saint King Stage were all Peerless Evildoer, whom he had never met in hundreds of millions of years. At the very least, they were all equipped with grade seven Holy Bloodlines. For True King Wan Lei and the other thirty-six Half-Step Saint King, they were at least Quasi-Rank-9 Holy Bloodlines, or even true Rank-9 Holy Bloodlines.    

After devouring the Holy Bloodline in their bodies, even if Yang Fann's Holy Bloodline couldn't really step into the Rank-9, it wouldn't be much different.    

His talent and potential had increased by tenfold, more than a hundred times.    

Comprehending another dozen or twenty Laws was definitely not a dream.    

. . .    

"Not good, he discovered me. . . " Four Directions Starry Sky, The faces of the Half-Step Saint King warriors changed all of a sudden. In the eyes of many people, There was an indescribable fear and regret in their eyes. It was just a voice. It shook their Qi and blood, causing them to move their internal organs. They felt like vomiting blood, yet they were still thinking of attacking this monster. It was true that an old man who ate arsenic was tired of living.    

Such a monster was not something they could match at all.    

"No, we can't stay here for long. "    

"Let's go, we need to leave this place immediately. "    

. . .    

Very quickly, the Half-Step Saint King started to feel the urge to retreat in their hearts.    

However, before they could do anything about it, an extremely uneasy feeling welled up in their hearts for no reason. It was as if as long as they dared to run away, they would immediately face a great disaster and die without a burial ground.    

How could they let their prey escape? Although Yang Fann didn't make any other moves, his Saint Soul Power, which was comparable to Saint King Sovereign's, had already locked onto the group of Half-Step Saint King warriors. If they made any unusual movements, what awaited them would be a thunderous strike.    

"What should we do? Should we leave or not?"    

. . .    

"Why aren't you coming out yet? Do you want me to invite you out?" Yang Fann frowned slightly. There was a trace of anger in his voice that made people tremble in fear. A few of the 28 Half-Step Saint King with low cultivation base couldn't hold back their tears of blood. They opened their mouths and spat out a mouthful of blood.    

. . .    

"Forget it. I will meet this Little Son Yang Fan today and see what his intentions are. " Very quickly, the group of Half-Step Saint King came to a decision. On this side, They could meet him even if they didn't want to. The warning from the Holy Soul was something they did not dare to be careless about. With their cultivation base at their level, it was almost certain that they would be able to sense him with their Heaven's Perception.    

In the next moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

Yang Fann's Four Directions Starry Sky was torn apart like a curtain, and numerous Half-Step Saint King warriors broke through the void and arrived.    

"I, Qing Luo (I, Qian He, Liyang, Mo Yuan. . . ) Greetings, His Royal Highness Yang Fan. " The group of Half-Step Saint King slightly bowed toward Yang Fann. Including the eleven and thirty-six Half-Step Saint King, none of them dared to show any neglect.    

In the World Of Cultivators, experts were the most respected, and those who had achieved it were the first.    

Although Yang Fann's age was less than one-billionth of their age, or even one-billionth of their age, his cultivation base was a hundred times, or even a thousand times stronger than theirs.    

"The inheritance of the Holy King is in my hands. If you want the inheritance of the Holy King, it will depend on whether you have the ability or not. " Yang Fann smiled coldly and went straight to the point.    

"It's a misunderstanding, His Royal Highness Yang Fan. All of this is a misunderstanding. We have no intention of coveting it. "    

"That's right. His Royal Highness Yang Fan, you must have misunderstood. "    

"We have no such thoughts. "    

. . .    

The Half-Step Saint King's heads were like rattles as they hurriedly denied it. At this moment, how could they dare to admit it? Although the inheritance of a Sacred King was good, the prerequisite was that one had to have the life to possess it. Yang Fann's combat strength was heaven defying. He was probably stronger than the legendary Saint King Sovereign. Even if they gathered all their strength. . . * Hong Long. . . . . . *    

"We have come here to watch the battle between His Highness and True King Wan Lei. We have no other evil intentions. I hope that Your Highness can understand. "    

"Your Highness, please understand. . . "    

. . .    

"Just here to watch the battle? Everyone, do you think I'm stupid? " A hint of ridicule flashed across the corner of Yang Fann's mouth. Did he really think that he was so young that he could easily fool others? He could even say such words to deceive an idiot.    

"Your Highness, we are really just. . . "    

Before the group of Half-Step Saint King could finish speaking, Yang Fann interrupted them coldly, "I don't care if you are really here to watch the battle or if you have other thoughts. Today, you only have two options. Either submit to me or become my enemy. "    

"Your Highness, don't go too far! . . . " The Half-Step Saint King's eyes were filled with indescribable anger as they gritted their teeth. This Little Son Yang Fan, did he really think that they were pushovers that he could knead as he pleased?    

The Cold Shine in Yang Fann's eyes flickered, and he said in a cold tone, "Everyone, I advise that you all have something you want to say. We'll talk about it clearly. There's only one chance. "    

"Yang Fann, you should always be careful. It will be easier for us to meet in the future. We are not to be trifled with. . . " Raging flames of fury were burning in the hearts of the Half-Step Saint King. They were either the supreme elders of a super sacred palace or the pillars of a supreme sect. They were all great figures who stood at the peak of the Boundary River. When had they ever been forced to do so?    

"So you're saying that you're determined to become my enemies. "    

"Yang Fann, you. . . You. . . Aren't you afraid of a life and death struggle?" One on one, they admitted. Even if they used the forbidden technique, it would be very difficult for them to defeat this monster. However, they were not alone. With the combined strength of all of them, it wasn't as if they didn't have the strength to fight.    

Even if Yang Fann could defeat them, he would still have to pay a heavy price in the end.    

"Fight to the death? With just all of you? Naive, the fish will die. But the net will never break. " A hint of disdain flashed across Yang Fann's eyes as he said with certainty. The combined strength of nearly a hundred Top-level Half-step Saint King warriors was not to be underestimated. If Saint King Sovereign didn't come out, almost no one would be their match. Even True King Wan Lei, who had merged with the Apocalyptic Lightning Seed, wouldn't be their match. Although the second form of the Apocalyptic Lightning Seed was terrifying, Its strength was on par with Saint King Sovereign's, but with True King Wan Lei's cultivation base. . . He wanted to maintain the second form of the Apocalyptic Lightning Seed for a long period of time. * Hong Long. . . . . . *    

In the next second. . . . . .    

Before the group of Half-Step Saint King could say anything, Yang Fann shifted his gaze and landed on the body of a thirty-six Half-Step Saint King. He was one of the few 36 Perfection Half-Step Saint King warriors among the 11 Half-Step Saint King warriors. He said coldly, "Submit to me or destroy me?"    

"Yang Fann, do you really want to make the Origin Divine Sect your enemy?" The 36 Half-Step Saint King said in a threatening manner. He was one of the top ten super powers in the Tiannan Realm River. His power was stronger than the Taoism, and there were more than two Top-level Half-step Saint King warriors in his sect, as well as two 36 Half-Step Saint King warriors.    

"If you don't surrender, then you will die. "    

"Rumble ~ ~"    

Yang Fann struck out with his palm without mercy.    

"Ah, no. . . "    

"Chi ~ Chi ~ Chi ~"    

In the blink of an eye, the 36 Half-Step Saint King had laid down hundreds of Defensive Barriers.    

However, it was completely useless. Under Yang Fann's invincible strength, the 36 Half-Step Saint King warriors were just too weak.    

"Bang! Bang!"    

The Heaven-Sheltering Big Hand was like a hot knife cutting through butter. In an instant, hundreds of Defensive Barrier were destroyed, and the 36 Half-Step Saint King warriors were completely suppressed.    

. . .    

"Ah ~ ~ I lost. Ancestor Tian Yuan lost just like that. This. . . This. . . This. . . " All the Half-Step Saint King warriors were shocked, even though they had already felt Yang Fann's invincible power. Old Ancestor Tian Yuan. . . Those were 36 Perfection Half-Step Saint King warriors, and they were only a few steps away from the Saint King Stage. He was only one more step away from the right moment, and he was even more powerful than True King Wan Lei, who didn't have any Apocalyptic Lightning Seed. In other words, they were only slightly weaker.    

At this moment. . .    

Yang Fann's gaze turned towards another 36 Perfection Half-Step Saint King, "Submit to me or die?"    

. . .